Whoever popularized the phrase "I love a man in uniform!" was not kidding.Whoever popularized the phrase "I love a man in uniform!" was not kidding. Perhaps it was an implied authority, or just the rugged manliness of it. But I got almost as excited seeing him in it as I did seeing him out of it. I caressed his broad shoulders, powerful chest, strong arms, thick waist, and long legs with my eyes. He was a hulking brute, I thought. But he was MY brute. As I rose stiffly from my makeshift couch, at that moment he looked my way, and caught my eyes. Wordlessly we approached each other, silently we met, desperately we fell into each other's arms. No kissing, no groping, just a long, crushing, fulfilling hug. I buried my face against his chest, he nuzzled my hair, and life was good again. When we finally pulled away, we experienced a moment of awkwardness. We exchanged the how-was-your-flight, thanks-it-was-fine pleasantries, while he picked up the heavier of my two bags, and I took the other. We shuffled quietly out of the terminal and into the parking garage, saying nothing more until we entered the elevator on the ground floor. Once inside, though, my composure cracked. I dropped my bag, pulled him towards me, and whispered, "Kiss me, Brian, I've missed you so much..." Without preamble, he gathered me into his arms and kissed me hard, his tongue immediately delving into my mouth, claiming me. His arms held me close, and I pressed myself closer, until I could feel an unyielding hardness against my belly button. It thrilled me to know I did this to him, inspired this excitement in him by my mere presence. I ground my hips against him, and he pressed closer, a moan escaping his throat. We would have torn at each other then and there but for the loud DING of the elevator as it came to a halt and the doors slid open. Mercifully, there was noone waiting just outside to witness our discomposure. We separated reluctantly, took up the bags, and trundled to his car. We talked casually in the car about little stuff, stuff so little it's not even worth recalling. |